I slept well (for once) on Saturday night with a drunken Airport Girl (Who Epimetheus labels ‘BTR’ in HIS trip report), but as she had pretty much passed out the night before and had reported several times that evening that she was still on her period, there had been no sex. And I was horny.

It never took much stirring to get Airport Girl to stir as well and to rub up against me and mold herself into me for warmth the way only a Filipina has ever done for me in my life. For those of you who have never experienced it, it’s inSANEly pleasurable! But I was so into AG’s body that it seemed to always lead to sex when she would rub up against me. And when she wasn’t bleeding, AG always seemed to be as enthusiastic about boom boom as I was.

But this time there was going to be NO possibility of sex because she was deathly afraid. Of WHAT I don’t know, and while AG’s level of English is enough to get her to and from my room on time, it’s not like she’s able to express a lot of deep feelings or explain herself very well. So after quite a bit of frustration, the bottom line was no sex. And apparently she learned her lesson the last time about not offering up the exit valve, as that was a no go too despite constantly telling me that we’d do it ‘tomorrow’. After the first 2-3 nights you’d think I’d learn!

So, with two holes capped over by the dreaded two-letter N word, we again tried out AG’s generally pretty terrific oral skills. And the girl earned her money (that she refused again, of course) that morning, as I had her suck like a Santos girl for a half an hour or so while only permitting short breaks. And I think she ended up as frustrated as I was when I couldn’t FINISH as all I kept thinking about was how fucking her felt SOOOO much BETTER! Finally after another failed round of titty fucking (which I think my young nymphette thought was a pretty weird fetish), I called a halt and figured I’d save the seed for someone else.

Afterward AG apparently felt quite guilty and like a failure about my inability to finish, and was extremely apologetic about it being her time of the month. She actually encouraged me to go find someone else to take care of my boner and asked if I wanted any referrals! I could get used to THAT! But still wanting to keep some sort of illusion of romance with her, I told her that I could find my own girls. She again offered to wait in the bathroom or downstairs if I wanted to bring one back!

Doing more ‘mens math’, though, I figured that as it was now Sunday, 3 full days after she had supposedly originally started her period, that the red plague SHOULD have been due to end. So, almost DESPERATE at that point to penetrate the box I had been reminiscing about for MONTHS prior to my return trip to AC, I told her that I might go find a short time girl while she went home to change, but that she was the one I wanted to boom2 with, and it was the absolute truth. I wanted her a LOT! She agreed to come back later that afternoon, but said she didn’t think she was going to stop bleeding any time soon because it was still quite a heavy flow, and encouraged me to ‘find other girl to faack’ before she got back.

And while at breakfast after AG’s departure that morning at the Central Park’s inside bar, a boom boom girl literally fell into my lap. One of the street urchin freelancers that I had kicked out of my room came strolling in (after the front desk girl cleared it with me) with a friend that looked pretty cute. She was a caramel-skinned, short, young girl with gleaming dark eyes, and apparently had some boob on her as well. Her friend I had been with before (the kind of ugly BJ-only girl, not the bitchy one who refused a simple position change that made me go BALLISTIC) introduced us and said her friend wanted to ‘go with me’. Wow, direct marketing at its finest!

Of course it will only work if the product is good, and I simply told the first girl that I wasn’t interested because of what her friend had done before when we all went together. She said this girl was different, that she’d treat me great. And the new girl just sat there staring at me and nodding her head vigorously! And the more I looked at her, the more attractive she seemed in her short shorts and tight top and pretty smile. And since I already KNEW she was only after POCKET CHANGE, the idea of a romp with this little cutie for slightly more than I usually would have paid for the BREAKFAST back home quickly grew on me! I made sure the first girl knew that I only wanted the new (much cuter) girl, and she said no problem. I then told my new cutie that the deal was 300 pesos and no bullshit, and she quickly agreed.

Mere seconds later we were upstairs in my room and freelancer cutie headed for the shower. While I’m always glad that Asian girls fastidiously shower both before and after the boom2 ceremony, it isn’t exactly spontaneous, and this time in particular I was silently screaming at the girl to HURRY THE FUCK UP, because she had quickly gotten me in the mood to FUCK and the tawdry factor of the whole deal that had excited me so much was diminishing while I waited on her to clean up.

She finally emerged and let the towel drop, and I was INSTANTLY disappointed in her body. She indeed had some boob to her, but the tits were very unattractively droopy and the nipple area looked like it had been mauled by an army of RATS or something? Well, a rugrat, as it turned out: This rather cute young girl’s body had recently been ravaged by childbirth, and there were still stretch marks and loose skin throughout her still very thin body.

I did get a bit excited about the GOOD THING that a recent baby can mean for a horny tit lover, LECHE! But unfortunately the tap was dry. Damn! I began wondering if there was going to be ANYTHING redeeming about my time with this girl, as my excitement was fading fast.

But Freelancer cutie was actually quite a skilled and vigorous sex partner: a tireless cocksucker supreme, and her still quite petite body spun around on my dick with tremendous energy. She was especially energetic in FROGGY, and cheap bastard that I most certainly am, I was gleefully delighting the whole time that this was costing me a less than SIX BUCKS!

But despite my horniness and her skill, I managed to hold out on her with the leche for quite a long time. We went through half a dozen position changes and Freelancer cutie was certainly earning her money, and never uttering any sort of complaints about the pounding she was taking or about time.

During the second round of doggy, with her top hole seemingly WINKING at me and calling my name, I suggested that I stuff it up her butt and offered to nearly double her wage in the process, and she initially agreed. But despite copious amounts of lube, without her relaxing and letting her guard down, it wasn’t going in without a PILE DRIVE and I just didn’t have the heart to give her PRISON LOVE.

So it was back to regular ‘ol fucking, some pussy-to-mouth action (PTM’S as Epi calls it), and another 10 minutes of abusing her box before I stopped, sweating, and realized that yanking this load was taking far too much effort. She showered and I meant to hand her the agreed upon cash and kick her out, but I soon realized that I didn’t have any change. OOPS! So I showered and went to try and find change with her tagging along beside me.

Of course the front desk didn’t have any. Hole in the Wall Restaurant wasn’t open yet. Beer Na Beer (local scumbag’s establishment for drinking beer in the sun) on the corner didn’t have any, so with the other friend in tow as well now, we headed the block down to Kokomoz which would surely have change. I made sure the street urchins waited outside as I went in because I didn’t want mouths dropping about how low I was stooping on the AC puki foodchain if I paraded them through the lobby!

I paid up as I exited and we started walking back to Central Park, but the girl who had delivered that afternoon’s girl asked for a ‘tip’. I gave her 20 pesos, and she asked if I could give her a chocolate bar too, like the other girl had wheedled out of me. I told her the other girl had WORKED for HER chocolate bar, and that she was welcome anytime to blow me for a candy bar! She laughed, and I played around a bit and said, “well, OK, TWO candy bars!” But when I got to THREE candy bars, I think I could actually see the gears turning in her head as she was trying to calculate if it was worth it or not!

I think I ended up going back to my room, closing the door, and then immediately deciding to head to Santos to see if I could find another girl to try and dump the load that had been bulding all morning that didn’t seem to want to come out. I headed through the corridor on the side of Hole in the Wall and found that Gin at Blue Parrot was nowhere to be found. Most of the other Santos ‘bars’ (more like PUSSY SHACKS) were still light on girls that were even moderately attractive to me.

But as I headed into Black Pearl for the second time on that afternoon’s mission, I saw a rather cute girl that was seVEREly straining her tight top. I had hit Santos at least a dozen times in the week that I had been in town and I swear that I had never seen THAT girl before. Where the hell had SHE come from?

I quickly let her hit me up for a session, and believe me, it took NO coaxing to accept her offer. Her name was Diane, 20 years old, with long, clean smelling hair, and a rack that looked to be INSANE! She asked only that she be able to go upstairs for a second and bring back her things before leaving with me for the 40 yard journey to the Central Park, and a minute later we were off.

After the shower shuffle I tried to get some pics before the blessed event, but Diane was a bit camera shy. But with a little sweet talking she eventually dropped the towel for a couple of quickies. I REALLY wish I could have got her to pose. But as usual, I was focused on number ONE, which was getting my dick attended to, so I cut things short and headed for the bed.

Like most Santos girls, Diane was quite the BJ girl, and was content to suck and suck until I decided it was boom boom time. She then floored me a bit when she whipped out her own condom! So THAT’S why she needed to get her stuff! Maybe the 3rd milennium is finally catching up to Santos St., which is almost as famous for doling out STD’s as it is for superior blow jobs?

The boom2 with Diane was just average, there was little passion with her, while I seemingly always encountered it with Fields bar girls. But watching her AWESOME rack while pumping away did the trick in fairly short order. Showers, no tip, bye bye.

While I didn’t need much stratification that Diane’s rack was indeed legendary, I was quite amused after I returned home to find a girl on the Rick’s Café site that looked AWFULLY familiar. And sure enough, Diane from Black Pearl will forever live in infamy as the Rick’s Café girl of the month for December, 2003. www.rickcafe.com ‘angels of the month’.

It was soon mid-afternoon with Airport Girl due to come back for a movie date. I headed downstairs to the inside bar and was shooting the shit with the guy from Vegas I had met earlier in the week, when I saw the two freelancers from the previous afternoon’s 4-some Fiesta headed into the lobby. I quickly went over to greet them, and they said they were back for more like we had agreed upon the day before! I pointed out that it was EPI that had agreed on more with them, I had simply said MAYBE, and besides, they were three hours late. They said it was no problem, but wanted to wait and talk to Epi. Fine.

I invited them for a drink at the bar, and my mind was racing a bit as to whether I wanted to have them again or not. My dick had already been pretty well-worked over that day, and it had been less than an hour since I had blown a load. And besides, I had a ‘date’ on the way, with AG due to arrive at any minute.

And exactly on time as usual, AG came strolling in and I brought her over to the bar. She quickly confessed that she was still bleeding and volunteered to go home and deMANDED that I find another girl. I told her that since it was my last night in town I really wanted her to stay with me that night and to go to the airport with me in Manila the next afternoon for my flight back to Thailand. She said she would, but she again insisted that I ‘find other girl’ too. I told her only if she was in the room at the same time, and I THOUGHT she agreed to this.

Well, obviously I didn’t have to go too far in order to find willing partners, as the hungry freelancers were still sitting right next to me at the bar! But when I suggested to AG that the four of us go upstairs for some fun, she cursed me and turned away! OOPS!

I took her out to the lobby to see what was going on and she said that she would NOT watch or join in, and that I should text her when I was finished and that she’d come back whenever I wanted. I immediately backpedaled and said that no, I wanted to spend time with HER (and I did. Sorta…), and that I wanted her to stay. She told me that later on I would HAVE to go find another girl, and I suggested again that we go looking together as I wanted her to join in. Her silence meant assent, as far as I was concerned!

We ended up taking a nap instead of going to the movies, and I gotta mention again how great it was to feel her smooth, warm, lithe, brown body molded into my pasty white, hairy, fat one while sleeping. As she swore she wasn’t hungry when I woke up not too long after lying down, I told her I was going to eat and begin a barhop and that she was welcome to come. She said she wanted to stay and sleep/watch TV, and it sounded fine to me. At the time!

Epi, El Pelon and I ended up doing a fair bit of barhopping that night together. One of the first places we hit was Club Amore, which was just a BIZARRE place. There is a HUGE long stage in the middle of the club, and there were 8-9 dancers there milling about at all times, but they barely moved and no one seemed to care. Also right in front of our table was a group of Filipino teenaged boys that looked bored out of there minds and sat there practicing some dance steps. Behind us were a couple tables of chain-smoking Koreans, each in the middle of two girls.

El Pelon bought a drink for the first waitress that latched on to him, Epi bought a drink for a very young looking cherry girl, and I just stared at bizarre-o world before focusing on some huge COW-LIKE girl onstage that had tits the size of boulders. She’d stare back and then look away when she caught my eyes and do the fake “I’m Shy” routine. Finally I motioned her over and told her I’d exchange a drink for her top, but she claimed to by too shy for that, so I told her to have a nice life, as I was in no mood to be playing games with the fattest dancer in AC. She pouted and skulked back to the stage.

After a stop in Blue Fox (where I was still after the recently elusive Jing Jing, who, to continue a theme, would soon become Rick’s Café big-titted girl of the month for February, 2004), we headed past Bunny Ranch, and I was instantly jumped on and molested by the little bite-sized doorgirl that had dragged me into the club several nights before when I had bought the blow job shots. Epi and EP followed, and pretty soon we had a small army of girls surrounding us.

Now, I know there are many men who would never even DREAM of even going to places like strip clubs, much less brothels due to moral beliefs, shyness, or whatever, but for anyone who has ever experienced the full-on DECADENCE that literally fell into our laps at Bunny Ranch that night, you KNOW that such people are FRICKIN’ IDIOTS!!! I soon had a girl on each leg (door girl and Bunny Ranch Flaca), EP had one on his lap, Epi had a couple hovering over him, and while I can’t speak for THEM, I know that MY girls had my full, and upright attention! While I think door girl knew she was fighting a losing battle with her co-worker, she rubbed my dick like it was a lamp with a genie inside while I made out with the flaca dancer.

Soon we simply had to have more blow job shots, and of course Epi and El Pelon were obligated to buy a round of them too! But while this was immensely fun, buying 5 ladies’ drinks in a half hour was a bit beyond my budget even at AC prices. So I had to get busy with BR flaca and see what our future would hold. I wanted to barfine her. She obviously wanted the same. But then I remembered the AG situation… FUCK!

I laid it on the line: GF, mens., in my room na, can go away if I ask her too, OR, we can practice SHARING. BRF said no thanks, she didn’t want problems and she wanted me to herself. I half-heartedly tried again and said I could send AG home and be back for her, and she said it was up to me. I got her cell number and told her that whatever happened, I was probably going to wake up horny and that I’d love it if she could come over the next day. She said ‘sure’, and I left it at that.

And I was indeed motivated enough that I went back to my room to see how it might feel to dismiss AG. But when I arrived she was sleeping, and I didn’t have the heart to kick her out. After some late night dining to ensure that my healthy waistline was in no danger of receding, I headed back to the room and crawled in for yet another sexless night with Airport Girl.

And slept like a baby!

Photo: Airport Girl 105
Photo: Freelancer Cutie 106
Photos: Black Pearl Diane 107 108 109

I don't mean to be harsh but I really hope you learned from this trip....because you really fucked up your trip by continuing to pander to this chick and getting no sex in the process. If it's a pretend girlfriend you want, BTR doesn't seem to be a prime candidate for anyone. Nice girl, great tits, excellent BJ, but that's it. You let a girl that speaks 8 words of English totally dominate your life and your were there for such a short time. I know you will learn the ways of Epi and not make such a grave mistake into letting a girl take over your trip. If you really cared about this girl and wanted to forge a relationship..that's one thing....but I think you fell asleep without fucking like 5 times in a 10 day span........

Dont let these ho's dictate your trip. Sure, you can rationalize about it now but you let her dominate your trip and she was giving you the opportunity to fuck other girls. As soon as she gave you the power trip about not going to the room, instead of cowering down, you should have laid the law down........Why? You should see the way Filipino men treat their women in the PI.....macho is an understatement......she was sensing that you were weak and started the telenovelas bullshit......

Sorry for the lecture because I've done the same shit but be very careful in AC because these girls know you are their a short time and are all vying for their slots into the rotation......My advice is to take that SIM card and throw it away and start from scratch...you don't owe a barfine to any of these girls. I know you are a nice guy and are loyal but these girls know how to lay it thick with guys with big hearts and we fall for it every time. Just have fun and do what you want to do because YOU want to do it, not because you txt'd them 100 times before your trip....

BTW, trying to exchange sex for 3 candy bars is one of the funniest things I have ever heard.

Blazers, guilty on all counts. I was blinded by memories of stuffing her ass with dick and all day sex marathons and figured the good stuff was just around the corner every succeeding day like an idiot optimist -- very different from my usual personality. And then there was the extra confusing factor of her refusing payment, but obviously 10-30 bucks shouldn't really have an effect on the minimum 1200 dollar sunk cost for a vacation.

Re: learning lessons, we WILL hook up again on this next trip, but she's on the ultimate short leash and she is GOING to learn to SHARE. And if she doesn't like that...

Well, I STILL might be a giant pussy and let her lead me around by the nads! But I doubt it!

And re: the SIM card: The only person that I had a problem with re: texts had her phone 'stolen' from an unlocked locker at Camelot. Oops. If the rest of them have kept my old number for 3 months, I'd probably be happy to hear from them.

Blazers

You would be AMAZED what girls will consider for payment of boomboom!! You need to bring your imagination on a shopping spree at Johnnies and look what the girls are buying. Bring some of that CHEAP crap back to the hotel and just start propositioning!! Hell, I fucked for the cost of a BBQ chickenfoot...

I think Porker's learned his lesson. I'm encouraging him to drop all his old phone numbers and just bang fresh pussy this trip. Soon, he will truly walk the path of darkness in this town. You aren't playing the game right in AC unless a few girls here REALLY hate you and you JUST DON'T CARE!!

E

I'd say the list of girls that hate me is at about 12 now. Funny thing is that I have never barfined a girl more than 2 times in Angeles and they lose their fucking minds if they can't latch on to someone they perceive as a potential moneyko/boyfriend/husband. I need some time away from that place so that all the girls I know will move back to the province or get pregnant by their Pinoy boyfriends. THese girls are serious cockblockers too. If they are in "love" with you, they see to it that no other girls will go out with you....stoooopid.

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You have NUTHIN' on me!! I've pissed off some mean bitches and DIDN'T EVEN FUCK THEM!!

I gotta start teaching you how to wield indifference like a tactical nuclear weapon. We'll try and plan some time here next trip and I'll keep you honest!! As soon as I see some doe-eyed meat from the province sitting next to you I'll jam a finger into her ass or something subtle like that to let you know you've strayed...

E